Wait For Me

Falling Star

After learning from last time, after I stumbled back into my room after the after party I made sure I set an alarm. Not wanting to give any of the six men an excuse to come wake me up. 

Though after what had happened at said party, I hadn't slept.

Instead, I had spent most of the night sitting in a chair I had dragged out onto the balcony. Curled up in the chair, my knees tucked up under my chin, with a certain singers oversized black hoodie pulled over my legs to keep me warm as my mind raced and I endlessly smoked and occasionally found myself crying. 

Sitting in silence on the balcony as my mind raced through millions of thoughts and memories flashing before my eyes. Staring up at the stars, trying to sort through them all.

I remember, when I was a little girl, sitting outside with my father and grandfather. Just sitting outside, occasionally laying on a blanket in the grass- staring up at the stars.  When it was cold out, we would build a little fire to keep us warm. 

I remember being excited as a little girl, seeing the evening sun casting long shadows on the ground, the setting rays of the setting sun giving a warm orange glow to the sky. Because I knew night was coming. That soon the pale crescent moon would shine in the night sky like a silvery claw with stars around it that seemed to stretch on for infinity. How the sky was set aglow with bright lights that seemed like its own city in the sky. 

My grandfather would always call me his little falling star. He told me that in the right light, the silvery blue color in my eyes reminded him of a shooting star falling from the heavens. 

Because of that, I had always preferred night to day. The moon and stars to the sun, and the comfort they provided.

 Suddenly, I found myself questioning if I had made the right decision by coming here. Wondering what would have happened if I would have faced my problems head on instead of running away from them. Longing for home, and considering leaving. 

That is, until another thought popped into my head. If I left now, wouldn't I just be running away from more problems? Just doing the same thing that got me here in the first place, and creating more issues in the long run?

The only way I truly realized that time had been passing, was when I saw the sun begin to rise over the city skyline. The sky slowly turning from dark to light with a mix of blues, deep reds, and oranges. It was beautiful enough to pull my mind away from the onslaught of thoughts that were plaguing me. 

It was also seeing that sunrise that made me realize that I hadn't slept a wink through the night. Soon, the accompanying sounds of the city waking up joined that sunrise, and I decided I couldn't sit here and sulk any longer.

Was what I was doing sulking? 

With a sigh, I pushed myself up and out of the chair. Not bothering to close the balcony door behind me, I made my way through the hotel room and over the bag that was sitting at the end of the bed. 

Grabbing a pair of clean socks from the bag, I sat myself down on the end of the bed in order to pull them over my feet. I didn't bother putting different pants on, my shorts were comfortable enough- though hidden by the length of the hoodie.

It was as I was shoving my feet down into my shoes that the door to the room seemed to open- whoever it was not bothering to knock. Turning to see who it was, I felt as if I shouldn't be surprised to see the same singer that I had practically run away from only hours before. 

"I am surprised you are already awake, Starshine." He chuckled ever so slightly upon finding me sitting up at the end of the bed. I rolled my eyes at the sound of the pet name he continuously used while speaking to me. "Well, I am. Your wake up call services are not needed this morning." I huffed out as I finished tying the laces on my shoe and sat up straight at the end of the bed.